Page 119 of Specter


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He laughs. “Jimmy would never fire me. Not for that.”

“Don’t tempt me,mon amour.”

His eyes soften as he touches my cheek. “You sound sexy speaking French for me.”

“It’s a sexy language and I love it when you speak it.”

“You’re making me want to do more of it. I haven’t in so long.”

“But you’re safe now.”

“I am.”

I steal another kiss. “Okay, I’m leaving before I can’t.”

Colson laughs. “See you soon, lover.”

I make my way to the front of the club again, searching the crowd for the drummer. He’s watching me, and he gives me a slight nod in acknowledgment. He knows.

That’s right. He’s mine.

Leaning against the wall, I blow out a breath. All I have to do now is get through the next hour or so, and then I can get my hands on Colson again and spend the rest of the night making love to him.

I can’t wait.

After the band leaves, Colson finally appears wearing jeans and a thick sweater. He kept his hair in a messy bun, and I am so here for that. When it’s wet it has a slight wave to it that I like, but he’s gorgeous no matter what he does.

He smiles, tossing his bag over his shoulder. “Ready?”

Nodding, I offer my arm. “So ready.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, handing it to me. “Made more tonight than I made last month in total.”

“Wow.” I flip through the cash. “Rock stars know how to party.”

“They sure do. It was worth giving up a Sunday night.” He glances at me. “Just in time for rent.”

“Rent?”

“I have an apartment, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, but you’re not going back there.”

“I still have a lease.”

“For how long?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Three months, I think.”

“We’ll just break the lease. Pay whatever the penalty is.”

We make it to the parking lot, but Colson stops walking. It takes me a second to realize he’s not with me, and when I turn to face him, his eyes are narrowed, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Only made about a million assumptions. If you want me to move in, don’t you think you should at least ask nicely? Or am I still being held hostage?”

Grinning, I bow my head slightly. “My mistake. Will you please move in with me, Colson?”